Swiss bones. (3 of 10)

Peter is on the search for succulent bones: the kinds that well-marbled human meat has come off of.  The type of bones that are the perkiest and most flavorful.  He drives into the night.  Unfortunately, his bad luck follows him and his car breaks down in front of a large building with a pink neon light that blinks: "Laces."  Next to it is a sign with a logo for something called "Swiss Bones."

"Laces?" he asks himself.  "What sort of a place is Laces?  And Swiss Bones?  Clearly, this must be the best place in the area to find bones!  And maybe even someone can jump-start my car."

He walks into Laces and finds himself transported back to 1983.  Full of neon and disco balls, Laces is a roller skating rink.  On the floor are some scantily women in roller skates.  He sees one skating by herself, with a star on her helmet.  Ah-ha!  It's a local roller derby league and  tonight is their practice night.

Peter takes it in.  All those girls.  All those lean muscles and flavorful fat that will stew it its own juices!  He can hardly contain himself!